They both agree to take the money (End)

Roger and Becky both look at each other. Then at the safe. Then back to each other. A few long seconds go by before Roger finally breaks the silence.

"So, we're definitely just going with the half-mil, right?"

"Fuck yes!" Becky exclaims with a sigh of relief. "Five-hundred K and four-billion might sound like different things to a rich toff like your uncle, but to me, there's just the word 'rich' written all over both of them. There's no fucking way we're risking that on whatever stupid gamble your uncle's set up, and there's sure as hell no chance we're staying in this creepy mansion a second longer than we have to!"

Roger grins and gives her a peck on the cheek. "Never have I been happier to have married the most reasonable woman in the world."

Becky scoffs. "Too fucking right! Now let's crack this bad boy open and get outta here."

Roger crouches down and examines the safe. It has no handle or dial, just a black glass panel, about the size of his hand. Experimentally, he places his palm upon the screen, and it lights up! It shines yellow for a few seconds and beeps rapidly, indicating that it may be scanning him. With a final beep, the light turns green, and Roger is knocked onto his back as the safe door forcefully swings open.

"Whoa..." Becky gasps.

Roger sits up and looks into the safe. The inside is stuffed wall-to-wall with money, more notes than either of them have ever seen!

Roger sits speechless, in awe, for about a minute. "We shoulda brought a bag," he finally states, quietly.

Becky giggles. "That's the first thing you think to say?"

"Well, it's true," Roger huffs, standing up. "I don't wanna make multiple trips carrying this all to the car. I don't even want to make two trips just to get a bag out of the trunk. It feels like as soon as we leave this house, we'll turn back around and it'll be gone, y'know?"

"I get where you're coming from, Roger, but..." She walks over to the safe and gives it a moderate push, rolling it off of its pedestal. "You didn't notice the safe was on wheels?"

"We're on the second floor," Roger points out.

"It's a safe!" Becky retorts. "Pretty sure if we chuck it down a couple flights of stairs, the stairs will lose."

Roger sighs. "You're right. Alright then, help me push."

They take up positions on opposite sides of the safe, and roll it slowly out of the room. As they leave, the cassette player has one last thing left to say.

"Bye then, Roger. Enjoy mediocrity."

A few smashed floorboards later, the safe arrives safely on the ground floor. Becky and Roger roll it up to the front door and pause on the threshold, looking out at the rain.

"Should we close the door to stop the money getting wet or blowing away?" Becky asks.

"It might not open again," Roger points out. "Besides, it stayed in fine while it was bouncing down the stairs. It really is packed in there tight!"

Becky sighs. "Alright, then let's move quick. Three, two, one, go!"

They hurtle the safe across the grounds and back to their car. They put considerable effort into an attempt to lift the safe onto the back seat, but eventually give up and settle for pulling bills out and piling them up on the back seat instead. Once the safe is empty they slam the back door closed and lean exhaustedly against each other, panting and giggling in the rain.

"I know the first thing we're doing with this money when we get home..." Becky purrs. "You're gonna fuck me on a bed of money~"

Roger chuckles. "I don't think there's quite enough notes for that..."

She pats his head and pulls him into an embrace. "Oh, there can be..."

Becky clutches passionately at fistfuls of $1 bills as Roger pounds her pussy from above. The bank had not been too happy with them changing such a large value, but what could they do?

"Ohhhh, fuck yeah Roger, fuck, I'm gonna cum!" Becky moans. "Make me cum all over this money!"

Roger starts thrusting harder, making the notes which covered their modest double bed bounce wildly. He grabs a pile of money and drops it on her body, burying her torso under $1 bills. "Nnngh, I'm cumming too, fuck! Take it, you rich whore!"

She gropes her chest, rubbing the money into her boobs and making her nipples poke out between the notes. They come together, moaning loudly and thrashing against the green.

Roger pulls out, panting hard, and looks down. "Oh fuck! The condom broke!"

"Shit!" Becky exclaims. "We can't afford a bab-"

She pauses, and they look around them. They both let out a nervous giggle.

"I guess maybe we can..."